The first rays of sunlight filtered through the broken roof, casting streaks of gold onto the dusty floor.

Isha stirred, a soft groan escaping her lips as a dull ache throbbed in her head. She blinked a few times, her vision blurry and her thoughts a tangled mess. The events of the previous night came in fragmented flashes—running, a confrontation, Siddharth’s growled threats, and then… darkness.